Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

Jiang Yiting was about to speak when she saw Chen Bainian scan the payment code handed over by the old man, and deftly enter the amount to pay.

A notification tone sounded softly indicating successful payment.

After making the payment, he naturally turned around and looked at Jiang Yiting, who was frowning slightly and had her lips parted as if she wanted to speak. He explained in a calm and clear voice that only the two of them could hear, "You can transfer the money back to me when you get back, so Grandpa won't have to do the accounting twice, which is too much trouble."

Jiang Yiting's words caught in her throat.

It turned out to be like this...

Looking at Chen Bainian's calm face, Jiang Yiting's initial awkwardness and reluctance quietly dissipated.

Instead, a more delicate and comforting warmth flows gently through the heart.

He didn't rush to pay for her to demonstrate the progress of their relationship.

He just wanted to find a way to make it easier for the elderly to settle the bill.

As for their relationship, it's simple and clear; we can settle it when we get back.

This thoughtful approach is subtle yet full of respect.

This not only respected her economic independence but also her reluctance to easily accept high-value gifts from others.

He even explained it in advance to prevent any misunderstandings or embarrassment she might have.

This person really understands her...

"Mmm." Jiang Yiting nodded and responded softly, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Seeing that she understood what he meant, Chen Bainian didn't say anything more.

He turned around and thanked his grandparents, then opened his large backpack, cleared the bottom, and carefully stacked several tea canisters neatly inside.

My backpack still has plenty of space and is waterproof.

Moreover, the two of them had other plans for the afternoon, so it wasn't convenient for them to carry it around.

This is the most suitable way to store these tea leaves.

"Have you finished eating? Have you bought the tea?" The old man and the old woman asked the two of them a few more questions.

"Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma. The food was delicious, and we'll enjoy the tea when we get back," Jiang Yiting said sweetly.

The two elderly people smiled and saw them to the door, waving warmly, "Take care, and welcome back next time!"

The two also waved goodbye to the old man, saying, "We'll definitely come to bother you again next time we have the chance."

The two put their still slightly damp, transparent raincoats back on and stepped into the still-drizzling rain.

The "Shili Langdang" plaque after passing through Longjing Village.

After walking a short distance up the mountain along the path behind the village, the hustle and bustle of the village during the Qingming Festival holiday was gradually shut out by layers of rain.

They also set foot on a high vantage point, offering a panoramic view.

Chen Bai whispered a reminder: "This is a great spot to view West Lake. Look over there."

Jiang Yiting heard the voice and looked in the direction he indicated.

The fine rain, like a veil of smoke, shrouded the scenery before us in a semi-transparent mist.

At the foot of the nearby mountain lies Longjing Village, where the two had just parted ways. The white-walled and gray-tiled houses are nestled in the emerald valley, like pearls washed clean by the rain.

The village houses are surrounded by terraced tea gardens, which appear in varying shades of green in the rain and mist, as if the earth is breathing evenly.

Beyond the nearby tea plantations and hills, in the distance, at the edge of the misty water vapor, a vast expanse of water appears and disappears.

That was the West Lake that Chen Bainian had mentioned, which could be seen in the distance.

Further away, the skyscrapers of the bustling city of Hangzhou are hidden behind the rain curtain, and it seems that only a hazy skyline can be seen.

West Lake is like a giant piece of green jade set between the verdant mountains and the hazy horizon.

Vast expanse of misty waters, ethereal and fantastical...

This scene, with its distinct layers of distance and perspective, resembles a traditional Chinese painting naturally rendered in ink wash.

Tranquil and serene, its beauty seems otherworldly.

Jiang Yiting watched quietly for a while before taking a soft breath, her tone full of admiration and a hint of unspeakable envy: "Little brother, I think I understand what it feels like to be born with a special privilege now."

Look at this place, turning around reveals the Zen-like atmosphere of Lingyin Temple, gazing into the distance reveals the misty waves of West Lake, and the air is filled with the fragrance of Longjing tea...

No wonder the ancients said, "Above is heaven, below are Suzhou and Hangzhou."

I suddenly felt a little envious of my grandparents' life.

Living amidst such beautiful scenery, enjoying a peaceful and contented life, I feel a sense of tranquility, much like Tao Yuanming's poetic expression of finding solace in nature and picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence.

Chen Bainian stood beside her, also gazing at the world shrouded in rain and mist.

Even without using a drone, the scene before us was already breathtaking enough.

The mountain village, tea garden, and distant lake in the drizzle are like an ancient painting softened by water, tranquil and timeless.

Time seems to slow down here, truly capturing the feeling of "a day in heaven is a year on earth".

He calmly echoed, "Yes, we have all the advantages of timing and location, but we also need the right people."

The mindset of grandparents is about people and things.

They are unhurried and have their own rhythm of life.

Just do something you enjoy that can support you. Don't worry about how much money you make; the most important thing is that you live a comfortable life.

"Hmm." Jiang Yiting nodded, recalling the old man's expression when he talked to them about tea, and the simple smile of her grandmother when she received the two of them. "It just felt like they were living a very peaceful and content life."

It's as if no matter how lively the outside world is, it has nothing to do with them.

Even on holidays, they close the door, and it doesn't affect them at all.

Just like that, they simply guard their little courtyard, their few acres of tea garden, a pot of tea, and three meals a day.

This slow pace of life seems like a luxury these days.

"A slow pace has its advantages, and a fast pace has its own excitement," Chen Bainian said, turning his head to look at her, a smile unconsciously appearing on his lips. "However, if you prefer this slow pace..."

Chen Bainian paused as he spoke, as if organizing his thoughts or perhaps lost in thought…

"When we get old and retire, maybe we can find a place that's similar."

It doesn't necessarily have to be in Longjing Village, nor does it need to be right next to this bustling place.

It might be a suburban area with a small house with a yard, where you can grow some flowers and vegetables.

My older brother probably won't be able to stay with us until then.

But if the eldest brother has offspring, could he raise two more cats?

The weather cleared up, so we went to the yard to bask in the sun.

It's raining, so I'm staying indoors and listening to the sound of the rain falling.

If you're still streaming, then stay in the stream room and play games with those viewers who are also in their seventies or eighties.

As for me, my job is to figure out how to keep the flowers you planted alive, and then feed the two of us.

His tone was calm, as if he were describing a very ordinary possibility for the future.

There was no romantic blueprint to be drawn, nor were any promises made that felt heavy.

But it was this simple and achievable idea that gave Jiang Yiting room for imagination.